Dec 25, 2014 Me, Myself & I, Overheard
..and then this.
A silent tear ran through.
A winceful memory passed by.
Moments like this you yearn to hold onto something.
The music is from Taufik Batisah and it’s called ‘Usah Lepaskan’.
It means, don’t let go.
Dec 25, 2014 Me, Myself & I
I’m embarking on a few clean slates.
It’s been for the past few months now and I’m training myself to work really hard to make things work.
You know how you’re trying really hard to achieve greatness that only you seem to see the path that you’re on, while external forces moan and can never understand nor support your cause?
Well, if your big break has yet to arrive, don’t give up and keep on moving.
So I Came across this 2012 video featuring the song of Taufik Batisah and Rui En, and it felt apt.
Oh, and Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays to you and family.
May 9, 2014 General
This is a continuation of my previous’ How I Met Your Mother blogpost of how I’m finally going through with watching Season 9′s penultimate finale for the show’s series. Warning: it is an awesome series and wholesome finale. This post isn’t a review of the show or the episide, but just a pickings of my thoughts immediately after the end credits.
It had to be her.
Through hell and back, through sickness and sadness, through loneliness and the unknown. It had to be her.
Without trying, it comes full circle.
Even when he’s gone off course and distant charted from her, even when it took him 7 years and two kids to culminate in a Thursday marriage, and even when it was that same wife that persuaded Robin for the inevitable reunion and he works hard to fiercely love his newly wedded wife and life, it comes full circle.
Robin Sherbatsky. And the blue French horn.
That blue french horn.
This blogpost could never depict the joy the series has bestowed over the past years, and it’s 4am now.
Congrats Ted Mosby.
This is just too legend… wait for it…
May 8, 2014 General, Me, Myself & I
I can’t believe that I’m on the verge of watching the final of the final of the final episode of the series.
A total of 9 Seasons, a total of 208 episodes and I’ve watched 206 of them — the last one, #207 & #208 being season 9′s finale.
Wow, I’ve watched nearly 400 episodes of One Piece as well, and that’s nearly double of How I Met Your Mother, but there’s just something special about this show.
Unlike Friends, unlike Roswell, unlike any other rom-com or family comedies that I’ve grown up with, I can’t really say that I’ve grown up watching this show.
It’s just been the last 2 years or so that I revisited every single episode from the pilot and it just so feels that I’m blessed to have experienced it, a show of bromance, romance, family, parenthood, childhood, workship and most of all, of friendship.
There is this overwhelming camraderieness or warmth when it comes to friendship material in this show, and of all the show I’ve known, this one takes the cake, glazes its own icing and places itself into the fridge so that you can have a slice of it at any time and it’ll be the coolest thing you’ve tasted, ever.
Ironically I hated the show the first time I watched it, years back, and I hated it without even watching the show ever — but I’m really glad that I took on a chance and made myself sit down after watching an episode which I couldn’t remember that forced me to watch the series all the way from it’s Season 1′s pilot episode.
What if I had continuously snubbed the series’ gleefulness?
But I’m glad I didn’t.
And now, it just feels a little overwhelming that I’m about to watch the mother of all finales, pun intended.
I don’t mean this post to come as an overture for the show — I’ll probably do that some time later — but rather just as a gathering of myself moments before the ultimatum unveils itself.
It’s just, unbelievable how things work and culminates itself to this moment now, because it seems surreal.
But I guess like any relationships that one bonds with, it’s just a little hard to know that the day has come for us to say our goodbyes.
And sometimes, we have to say our goodbyes.
How I Met Your Mother, Season 9, Episode 23 & 24, well bring it on.
You want some? Click below. ; )
May 5, 2014 Tech
Please take this post as is with a pinch of salt, as this is merely a recap of my experience and by no means a blueprint or a guide to install OS X. If it is, then maybe I got lucky. ; )
“error code: -4430″
This wasn’t a good sign, which I received by hitting Opt+Cmd+R after restart while trying to rectify my reformatting issues, as it meant that the Apple servers weren’t communicating with my iMac, whose HardDisk I had earlier erased/formatted to kickstart a fresh new OS X installation. Or it could be that my iMac was the one having trouble communicating.
Nevertheless a quick online contact to Apple Support, a lengthy phone call, an 8GB thumbdrive, and the issues was settled. Here’s how:
(Note: You must have already purchased and redeemed a valid OS X Lion License via Apple’s app store. In my case, I was able to download Maverick this way. Aaaaaaaand assuming you’ve yet to reformat your Mac’s harddisk, unlike me. Thankfully I had another iMac to solve my case.)
Step 1: Download OS X Maverick Installer via Apple’s app store. This takes a while as it’s a 5.3GB download. It will download into your applications folder.
Step 2: Reformat the 8GB thumbdrive. Plug in the thumbdrive and choose extended journaled when reformatting. Leave the thumbdrive plugged in and don’t rename the thumbdrive.
Step 3: Create OS X Maverick Installer. Go to http://tinyurl.com/makeosxinstaller (will take you to a page with even more instructions) and scroll about halfway down the page to this headline “Option 1: Use createinstallmedia” and follow the instructions on using the Terminal to create your installer. This takes more than a while, so go brew some coffee while you’re at it — or if you’re me, whip out your iPad and tap Hearthstone: Heroes of Warcraft. Such an awesome game.
Step 4: Reformat your iMac’s HardDisk. Restart your iMac. When you hear the iMac kicking to life, hold down Opt+R, and it will take you to a screen where you have 4 options to select from, and select Disk Utility. Then select your harddisk, and reformat it, choosing extended journalled as your formatting option. Once done, quit Disk Utility and restart your iMac.
Step 5: Install OS X Maverick. When you hear the iMac kicking to life, hold down Opt, and wait until you’re able to select the thumbdrive with your OS X Maverick installer that’ you’ve painstakingly created earlier that should still be plugged in. If you can do this, then you’re on your way to a spanking new OS X installation and your coffee should be warm enough to gulp it down.
So there you go 5 easy steps to nirvana.
Or something like that.
It took me nearly 3 hours. Pffft.
Jan 2, 2014 Me, Myself & I, Rants
It’s 2014 and truth be told, I’m just glad to have 2013 behind me — glad not because of my fortunes or misfortunes, but glad that a new year is here for a ‘new beginning’.
A new beginning at the office, the home, friends and relationships, adventures and projects, gamings and punts, sports and leisure and that’s pretty much it. Boring eh? Maybe. Maybe not. ; )
2014 is gonna be so exciting, that it’s so scary to even think about what might happen next.
In short, I’m throwing myself a curveball and chasing after it at the same time. On the verge of somthing either so exciting or so demoralising, that I can’t quite figure it out yet. I need help, and it’s not often that I admit it but I NEED HELP. I can’t do things on my own anymore. ; )
Nov 21, 2013 Me, Myself & I
Changes abound and changes inevitable.
Places and sounds and faces and gambles.
It’s been a while indeed.
Welcome back, Me. Welcome back.
Feb 7, 2013 Me, Myself & I
I always tell myself that positivity breeds positivity, and the same for its reverse — i.e negativity breeds negativity.
And I’m always trying to see the positive amidst the chaos and incoherent mash-ups of finger-pointing, blamestorming and the innocent vitriols. Notice my sarcasm?
I have a mission to stray away from negative people and negative things, but inadvertently I find myself closing in on them and consequently making efforts to make things better, even if those concerned have only one thing on their mind and agenda: themselves.
But I’m a manager now. In fact, I’m The Manager now, as it has been so for the past six months, and I cannot let things get carried away.
I am the boss, and I try to be a good boss and I know how much I hate it myself to be working under a boss that is evil. Interestingly, bad bosses are those that keep bad employees and don’t allow their tutelages the room to grow and compensate for their weakness.
Because everybody has weakness.
And I have a glaring weakness.
I am nice, and nice bosses, make for bad bosses.
Some things gotta change.
Happy Chinese New Year — Year of the snake!
Oct 8, 2012 Me, Myself & I, Rants
It’s been invigorating and taxing*1 to say the least of 2012 and of my role at the office, where it has begrudgingly taken its toll on my ageing body and listless mind.
*1I wanted to write it as taxful, but switched to taxing when I later found out that there’s no such thing as taxful!
Ever since the official announcement of my stepping up onto a full-fledge managerial podium, things hasn’t been a blast but it’s been a mixed tape of joy and rancour, not least towards my loved ones. Dad has consistently been weary of my commitments at the office, and while I feel as if I’m steadily chugging along smoothly my life train, I guess my loved ones do worry consistently for me.
In fact, I can’t remember exactly when but one or two weeks back, Dad and I had a heart to heart talk involving life’s philosophies, faith, and the interim future. I vividly remember how disappointed and angry he was to hear my story while sitting in his usual daddy clothes in the living room sofa. He was animated over my outlook for the next 5 to 10 years but in my defence, I was full of optimism and vigour, but I guess the gap in our opinions meant that It’s nigh I walk the talk or he’s just going to earn full vindication of his raging emotions.
Dads, will be dads and they only want the best for you, but I guess that being a slight risk taker, I’m inclined in leveraging my odds, because I do have an incumbent belief that anything is possible. Unfortunately for me, my laid-back-strollingly-nonchalant demeanour among friends and family doesn’t quite lends itself as confidence. Fortunately for me, it’s a near opposite world of appreciation elsewhere.
Still, only I know how much I’m able to last and withstand from all the onslaught of expectations and confrontations, but I’m pretty sure that I’m able to shift the gears of the life train up a notch or two. No, it won’t be easy, nor will it be comfortable, but I’m braced and all geared up for the bumpy ride.
Now if only I can get the ones that are closest to me along in this ride, because it’s going to be awesome.
The future seems amazing. Believe it, and you’ll know that it’ll come true.